Dear God, Please Make Owen Real – Mary Raebel
800 words Children 3 – 6 years
Owen was David’s best friend. Owen was David’s invisible friend. Every night, David would pray, “Dear God, please make Owen real.” He folded his hands tight and closed his eyes even tighter so God would know he meant it. David waited and waited. Would God answer David’s prayer?
“Dear God,” David whispered, “please make Owen real.” He folded his hands tight and closed his eyes even tighter so God would know he meant it. Every night, David prayed for Owen before he drifted off to sleep. Owen was David’s best friend. Owen was David’s invisible friend.
Monster Couch – Mary Raebel
700 words Children 3 – 7 years
Have you ever lost something beneath the cushions of your couch? A family thought they lost their sweet, old granny in their huge, overstuffed couch. As they try to rescue her from deep within their monster couch, they dig up all the makings of a grand celebration. But where’s Granny?
This story is included in the collection Read It Again
In our house lived a monster couch. Too cushy to sit in, you had to slouch. Soft like a warm marshmallow cup, It felt as if it would swallow you up. That’s what it did. Well, not to me. We feared it happened to Granny Marie. Our sweet old granny was very petite. She stood merely three and a quarter feet.
Monsters, Schmonsters! – Mary Raebel
520 words Children 5 – 8 years
A little boy’s dad refuses to believe there is anything lurking in his son’s bedroom. “Monsters, Shmonsters!” Dad says, but the boy keeps running into his parents’ room. Back and forth it goes, until the monsters have had enough!
Jack jumped out of bed, leaped across the floor, ran down the hall and into his parents’ room. “I’m not going back there!” Jack yelled. “What?” said Mom. “Why not?” said Dad. “My room’s not big enough for me…and all those monsters in the closet.
Perfect Friends – Mary Raebel
780 words Children 3 – 7 years
Three little friends were all perfectly pretty and pink and every bit like a princess. Everything was perfectly fine, until Libby came along. While the three friends try to transform Libby into the perfect princess she must want to be, the girls discover something new about themselves.
On a street lined with maples in a neat tiny town, lived the most perfect of friends. Ava, Ella and Jenna did everything together, and they did everything the same. All three dressed perfectly in pink and were perfectly pretty and acted like perfect little princesses. That was all perfectly fine, until Libby came along. The three girls agreed there was nothing perfectly pink or perfectly princess-like about Libby.
Read It Again – 20 Stories for Children of All Ages
20 stories to enrich the lives of children. This book contains stories for both younger and older children. Always have a story to read at bedtime, whatever their age.
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The Magic Word – Mary Raebel
750 words Children 3 – 7 years
Back in the time of the nursery rhyme lived a grumpy, young prince. He hollered until his teeth rattled. He cried until his tears made puddles. He whined until he thought he’d go crazy. Still, he couldn’t get anything he wanted until he finally learned the magic word.
Before Ol’ King Cole was a merry old soul, he was a grumpy, young lad called the Prince. One day, like every other day, the Prince called for his teddy, he called for his drum, and he called for his fiddlers three. Except on this day, he got…nothing. “But I’m the Prince!” he roared. “I always get what I want.”
Vanilla Snow People – Mary Raebel
1070 words Children 4 – 10 years
Poor Miss Sneakers-in-snot. People would turn up their noses as if she really were something awful stuck to their shoes. That’s why she built her own family and friends out of snow. Then one winter it didn’t snow, and Miss Sneakers-in-snot was forced to take matters into her own hands.
“Sneakers-in-snot!” That’s what all the kids called the old lady who lived in the huge mansion on Icy Top Hill. Sneakers-in-snot wasn’t her real name. Her real name was too hard to pronounce. It didn’t matter anyway. No one ever talked to her. Not because she was a stranger. She was just strange. When old Sneakers-in-snot would waddle into town, the kids would run away, and the grownups—except Papa and a few others—would turn up their noses. It was as if she really were…well…sneakers-in-snot.